The impact was unbearable at the first touch to the surface of the water, especially to his already throbbing head which now felt like that it had been hit by a four ton truck. With all this pain he still wanted to go through with his relentless urge. The view that he got from the goggles, which was almost impossible to see while on surface, gave him the support to carry on. This incredible view was possible to see because of the sunlight glistening from the surface above, as he was able to see the plain natural seabed down below, covered with nothing but sand. This sense of tranquillity gave him a feeling of effortlessness, which allowed him to look at the rocks where the tunnel lay without feeling the dread he felt before.
By now he was sinking very fast because of the heavy stone he was clutching on to. At last when he came to the spot where the mouth of the tunnel lay, he let go of the stone and managed to get a grip on one of the rocks. With all these events around him he was still able to count up a minute by now. He kept this method of timing so that he has enough time to resurface safely even if he does not complete his goal.
Gripping on to the rocks he pushed further and swam in. The entrance was really narrow so it was a struggle for him to swim through. He also had to put his left hand in front of him to feel his way through because of the pitch darkness inside. By now he had counted up to 90 seconds. His heart was beating so ferociously that it was making the clatter of a group of horse’s stampeding.
The tunnel began to widen by now and then suddenly it expanded dramatically to a size of a cave. Even though it was still dim he was able to see much better now. To his surprise he could see what appeared to be an empty space below him with sand as its floor, but this inspiring moment could not last for long as the vacuum kept on pushing him up. This was straining him the most because of the jagged rocks above, which he had to keep on avoiding. His lungs were really killing him now, as he had already been underwater for over two minutes.
To his relief he could see light through a small crack in front of him, which seemed to be end of the cave. With great difficulty he squeezed through the gap and started to float upwards. He could not bear it any longer as his lungs felt like they were burning like the blitz.
Gasping for air, he resurfaced. The lack of air for over three minutes made him take in two or three breaths per second.
He was so worn out after his bizarre journey and also being without air for over three minutes that when he clambered up to the shore, he had to lie down because his head was buzzing. He lay there for a good half an hour as he tried to get his breath back and let the pain wear away. When the sun began to set, he pushed himself up with the remaining strength left in his body. Standing queerly he looked back towards the rocks, from which he was filled with satisfaction that finally he had been through the tunnel.